After two hundred years of ups and downs, the wind was blown away by the rain, and the waves were like washing the sand. In the end, they would inevitably be alone.

Sun En shook his wine glass, and in his deep eyes, his magnificent first half of his life was all flowing.

When he was young, in the Dragon Bird Gate, he was carefree under the protection of his master Cao Zhan...

The Six Prisons Saint Feng Qingxuan destroyed the clan and slaughtered the sect, and the frightened burning of Wanlong Peak...

Falling off the cliff, breaking the nails on the mountain wall, smoothing the severe pain of the knuckles, cliffs, desperate struggles under the scorching smoke and fire...

There is the old white-haired Taoist who fell from the sky and brought hope and a new life, and the demon of the Six Prison Demon Sect who was rampant in the world......

There is sadness, pleasure, joy, sorrow, indignation, and heroism......

In the first half of his life, he paid his grace, avenged great revenge, eliminated evil in the world, and established a sect.

They all gradually fell into the bottom of his shaking wine glass, and then mixed in the wine and drank it all in one go:

"Do you have to walk alone at the Avenue?"

......

Huh ~

The strong wind blew, and the yellow and shady sky was filled with the sky.

The dark clouds gather in the sky, and the electric snake flashed, but no raindrops fell to the ground.

Outside the Hanlong Inn, many martial arts people were waiting quietly. In the Hanlong Inn, several guys looked at each other from time to time.

Although I have experienced a lot, I am still a little nervous and panicked when I see these martial arts people who are not easy to mess with at first glance.

"Puff~"

In front of the inn gate, a young woman with a plump figure was pounding melon seeds, and lazily looked at the martial arts people outside the door.

He looked at his friends with contempt again: "You guys who are not promising, the masters have not arrived. What are you afraid of?"

"The boss lady..."

A few guys smiled bitterly. Of course they can do martial arts. There are few who can’t do martial arts today, but who are these people outside the inn?

He is either a hero who is rampant or a hero who is in charge of the other side. Even if he is not good, he is also a young hero and a sect origin.

Where can they be at ease?

"What's this little thing? I remember when my great-grandma was when he was the ancestor Wang Quan held a banquet here, he was safe!"

The young woman's boss spit out the skin of melon seeds, her eyes were bright: "And we talked and laughed with the great heroes such as the royal ancestor, the Demon Lord, the Killing Arhat, the Wheel King, etc...."

"Boss, please speak softly..."

Feeling the gaze that looked over, the group of friends suddenly felt a little numb.

They have heard these words hundreds of times.

"What are you afraid of?"

The young woman and the boss slapped the handrail and wanted to say something tough, but looking at the eyes of hundreds or thousands of people, she felt a little guilty.

How did the great-grandma do that in front of the ancestor Wang Quan and others?

"Brother Sun wants to play the role of Wang Quan back then?"

A chuckle came from the sky, and a figure was like a ghost, stepping out from the yellow sand all over the sky, and suddenly it was hundreds of feet, and the air waves were rushing wildly.

I have arrived before Hanlong Inn.

The man was wearing purple clothes and tall. Although he was no longer young, his appearance was still outstanding.

With a sigh, he looked at the third floor with vicissitudes, wearing a gray long gown, and his temples turned white, unlike Sun En, who was so sharp before:

"But he is really brave!"

"The former master of Yanyang Qishazi, Wuling City! He actually came?"

Some martial arts people saw who the person was and exclaimed.

Two hundred years are enough to make most people forget a lot of things, but many traces of the world that are still remembered.

For example, the former Eight Great Soldiers.

However, the king's Taoist is too dazzling, and the supreme master, Taoist Wang's Taoist, was too dazzling, covering up the figures of others.

After the eight great gods and gods were merged into one by the king of kings and Taoists, the name of the Soldier Lord has completely become a thing of the past.

Instead, there are the Taoist kings who have changed over a century of change and the seven sons of kings.

But as the last generation of soldiers, although Wuling City is not as famous as Sun En, many people still remember it.

"Wu Ling City, I heard that you were defeated by Mu Qingliu, and I thought you would not come this time."

Seeing the old friend, Sun En's expression did not change much, and his tone was also very calm:

"Come in, come in."

"Brother Sun is not sharp, but his spirit is even more powerful."

Wuling City's expression remained unchanged. With a sigh of praise, he stepped into the building. The boss and his friends followed him up in a hurry to greet him.

The arrival of Wuling City seems to have broken a certain balance.

Strong figures walked out of the yellow sand, including a slutty man with hair, a Taoist robe, a general with armor, a monk with cassock, a handsome nun, and a hero from the world who came with a sword and a sword.

"Zen Master Suyue, has she come too? I heard that she has stopped talking about the world."

"He is here too, Yan Qing, the leader of the contemporary Great Dragon Sect!"

"Huangjue Temple, Master Kuchan..."

Invisibly, outside Hanlong Inn, many people from the world who came from thousands of miles were depressed.

The royal power has been in power for more than two hundred years, and the world has changed a lot.

It uses spiritual rice to spread the world, pass on the law of royal power, and establish order, but also truly changes the path of warriors in the world.

True strong people emerge.

After two hundred years of turmoil and great waves wash away the sand, all the best people can come here.

The worst of those who are qualified to enter Hanlong Inn are all masters who have cultivated Yin and Yang Wuji and can only step into the ninth level of Heaven and Man!

Even, there are top masters who have entered the ninth level of the Heavenly Man!

"I'm old, old..."

With a sigh, a white-haired old man walked out of the crowd with a light cough and walked towards Hanlong Inn.

"Senior, the inn is full of swords, don't enter without any trouble!" Someone couldn't help but shout when he saw him as if he was about to break through the door.

People in the martial arts world do not like to abide by the rules. What can make them stay quietly and dare not step beyond the line is naturally the dragon bird's sword intent that is spread all over the inn inside and outside.

Although there is no killing intention, if yin and yang have not returned to one another, we cannot take one step at all.

However, the old man turned a blind eye and walked towards Hanlong Inn slowly.

"Wait, that old man..."

Some people were also stunned and thought hard, and finally remembered the identity of the old man: "He, he seems to be Fan Zimin!"

"Um?"

Hearing this sentence, the old man with white hair paused under his feet, looked back and looked at the man who was opening his voice, not without any approval:

"Young man has good eyesight."

"Well."

The man was stunned by the sight and felt guilty inexplicably.

Fan Zimin ignored others, walked into Hanlong Inn, and stepped onto the third floor step by step.

Hanlong Inn has been renovated several times in the past two hundred years, but the style is the same as it was two hundred years ago, and there has not been much change.

Fan Zimin has been pursuing his ancestors for many years, and has been to Hanlong Inn many times, so he is naturally very familiar with it.

The third floor is not big, and there are more than a dozen people at this time, but it seems a little crowded.

"You are Senior Fan?"

Fan Zimin walked into the third floor and was immediately recognized. Many people immediately stood up and bowed.

Many people present recognized Fan Zimin.

Although Fan Zimin did not show up in front of others, his works were widely circulated throughout the world. Any city, restaurant, or teahouse has his disciples.

In a sense, he is also a schoolmaster.

"There are talents in the country and the country have emerged for hundreds of years, and it was not until this time that we understood the true meaning of the ancestors' words."

Looking at the dozens of people present, Fan Zimin felt emotion.

Although the former Eight Great Soldiers had no divine weapons, the years when they were blessed with the divine weapons of the heavenly beings were enough to transform them.

But until now, there are only Wuling City, Sun En and Mu Qingliu who are still active in the world.
To be continued...